Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Suriname and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jacob Miller to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The Invisible,
Ronan,
New Age Steppers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sugar Minott,
Agent Orange,
Yazoo,
X-102,
Hashim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lucky Dragons,
Urselle,
Lindisfarne,
Joensuu 1685,
Joy Division,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scratch Acid,
Mo-Dettes,
Deadbeat,
Byron Stingily,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerri Chandler,
Ohio Players,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Holt,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Velvet Underground,
48th St. Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Halsall,
Alice Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gun Club,
The American Breed,
cv313,
The Walker Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Index,
MC5,
Black Bananas,
Lower 48,
DJ Style,
The Monks,
Heaven 17,
Unwound,
Jacques Brel,
Brothers Johnson,
Mantronix,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bronski Beat,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.